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PAINTING STUDIO JULY SUMMER 2,008 POST Liberty And Dragon Page Three

Tue, 08 Jul 2008 05:44:45 GMT

In the stars, in the stars, in the stars. In the light of the moon. In the fire flys in the glow of dew on roses,

Dew on roses, drops of love as red as blooms brought to the land from gods.

Liberty wept and wailed as another car exploded in a market

Filled with women and children.

Death in the dust wailing,

Waiting

Tears

Cry in the pain and

Agony,

So near and far away.

Liberty wept sad

silent tears that fell from the sky to the garden and became dew on the roses. That reflected in the dew

A light of the stars, of the stars of the stars.

Glimmer in each drop of her tears as the world

weeps for it's own

Explosion every day and night the

Madness, the shame, the Cry!

To the Stars, To the Stars, To the Stars, Ad Astra!

Liberty took flight

White wings in the dark

In and out of clouds and

Star dust filled with billions of worlds.

She came here.

This Earth. Your home.

Your dream. Those stars you see are quite real.

The madness is yours to repress.

To fill the dream of peace on earth and Liberty was thinking all of this as she soared the Universe. Then sought refuge in the cave deep within the earth and woke the Dragon.

It took her two soft hands and two wings to lift one of the Dragon's ears, green floppy thing that it was damp with cave and ancient dreams. Then she did not whisper but flew into the sleeping Dragon's head and visited his dreams. Now, can you imagine being Liberty? Yet lone flying into a Dragon's ear and then enter the dreams. Too much for me! I will have to let Liberty take it from here.

She was like an angel draped in cobwebs soaked in tears with snoring sparks, belches and a rumbling gentle growl. She was deep in the Dragon's dreams of days long gone and nearly blown out of his ear as he began to awake! She flew out of his head and gently stroked his smoldering snout while fanning the smoke with her feathers.

" Oh, Liberty," Grumbling deep from Dragon dreams and sleep. He rolled over and said,

"What's up?"

" I was in your dreams, dear Dragon." She said in a voice that could kiss the rain. That sweet and soft. The Dragon shook himself up right and took a red eyed look around. Then shed some steaming tears.

"Dear Liberty I cry because there is more to life than the madness. I don't know why they do not just hold holy the dream." Liberty snuggled up to the Dragon wrapped her wings around him and went off together in dreams. To the stars, to the stars, to the stars, Ad astra!

On a lighter note!

Saturday night was rather slow at work with the holiday and all. Yet I did get to meet Chad Gray and his wife from the band Mudvayne.

http://www.mudvayne.com/ During dinner we talked and had a good time. He knew my friends Al Pitrelli

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Al_Pitrelli

and Rob Marcello

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BS1g-gBiRZ8

I am not a big hair band fan or heavy metal freak. I am glad to know these artists on a personal basis. Respect of artist to artist, I don't know but there is a connection that is good. While I was talking with Chad his wife was entering my info into her Iphone the Apple thing that came out a year or so ago. First time I really saw one up close. Way cool! Did I just type "way cool"? Smile!

She showed me the ease of using the device and I was impressed. It was like having a desktop in ones own hands. Did some weeding today and the Black Rose is doing well. May be a late bloomer though the buds and flowers may rise in the fall. Rise in the fall is rather poetic. Mom called today and Dad was sitting up and eating again. God bless you and yours as I leave you with this.

http://www.o2lmusic.com/

Not done yet!

As ever be well, With love,

Stephen Craig Rowe

Talking about PAINTING STUDIO Eve Of Fourth Of July An American Celebration and Poem Written in Windows Live Space

Thu, 03 Jul 2008 08:59:36 GMT

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PAINTING STUOIO Eve Of Fourth Of July An American Celebration and Poem Written in Windows Live Space

           Introduction: I talked to my Father the other day. He loves the flag waving holidays. As do I. For the tears are of respect and rememberance. Honor, respect and care.   Stars and stripes, the Red White and Blue. When walking the Stones, row upon row, of head stones. Oh! My God! I could feel, as I touched the stones. Running my fingers over the inscriptions and gently touching the earth.

Praying for family and friends, and thinking about America, The United States and all of it's people. The diversity and multiculturism is evident in the will of the People.

Of the world. Though this flag I honor, the power of the keypad is yours in freedom to improve the betterment and common good. Long ago and far away some had a vision of a Nation indivisable. Not invisible. Bright, intellegent, caring people from all over the world who hold holy the dream. Of Independence.Daddy, oh, the sky, they came to me because of you.  Love more than words can tell. Yes, that was me in your smiling lap. Smile!

Everyone, have a good great holiday weekend,

As ever be well,

With love,

Stephen Craig Rowe

http://www.rockymountainnews.com/special-reports/final-salute/

Windows Live Spaces Painting Studio Multi Level Race For Culture A Post And Poem By Stephen Craig Rowe And More.

Sat, 28 Jun 2008 08:57:17 GMT

Last week a friend of mine posted an article that caused pause in my thoughts. It is about multi culture ism. The blend and being in these times are important to all. Here is the link to the post.

http://lavendernrain.spaces.live.com/blog/cns!B2E590176FFE3EBF!5495.entry#post

I think that I responded with some thoughts about how important my international contacts are in Windows Live Spaces and other on line accounts to touch the world with my works and words. It is not a simple task or desire. It is. My very best friends are profoundly deaf. Sassy is Hispanic and one of the most creative people I have ever met. Jer, is also deaf and confined to a wheel chair. He is American Indian and Hispanic. They are not deaf or disabled to me because we talk nearly each and every day.

Multi Culture Ism. I am blessed for my international friends in Spaces and in real life.

Last night there were some guests from Brazil, as they were leaving, I said, " Obrigato, boa noite"! One of them almost fell down. From hearing the Maitre d' say thank you and good night in PT. Portugese. It made them smile.

Small things, I think not. Communication. Yes!

Several years ago I worked with a fellow from Jordan. A cook that kept to himself. Made some nice sweet dishes to share but somehow kept himself removed. Ya know. Stranger in a strange land or whatever. I was ever friendly but not close. At appointed times he would go to the store room for his prayers. I was often there for the store room was a place for a smoke or time of peace. I kept quiet as a stone watching this man devoutly pray on the floor feet crossed and hands in head. One time when he rose. I said, " Salaam Alikum Allahakum Salaam, Ishna Allah, Salaam, Salaam." As his wide eyes met mine and before he could speak. I said, " Dude, you have a very bad sense of direction......for the past month you have been praying to the North." I pointed to the East and we laughed!

Thinking of this and other things, many things, many thoughts. I will leave you with this though I do not know the author.

I pray the prayer

The Easterners do

May the peace of Allah

Abide with you

Where ever you stay,

Whever you go,

May the beautiful palms

Of Allah grow.

Through days of labor

and nights of rest.

The love of good Allah

Makes thee blessed.

So I touch my heart

As the Easterners do.

May the Peace of Allah

Abide with you.

may the peace of All abide with all to improve the common good and the betterment. As ever be well. With love, Stephen Craig Rowe

Talking about Liberty And Dragon Revisited

Mon, 23 Jun 2008 22:43:06 GMT

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Liberty And Dragon Revisited

Recently a friend from Austria translated the following piece in German. You may visit http://feecolora.spaces.live.com to read the translation. While I was re reading the post my thoughts were good and I hope yours are too.

LIBERTY AND DRAGON-ECLIPSE, MAGIC, MYTH AND SOMETHING ABOUT THE MOON

Liberty stepped softly from the clouds and spread her wings then soared. White feathers stretched as she sailed and the Sun light glinted all around her, in the clear blue and the twilight she found the Dragon and thwacked him on the snout. There was a quiet rumble and a puff of smoke as the Dragon began to wake. One red eye, then the other opened, to see Liberty. The Dragon then smiled and wagged his tail. Or rather, slapped and thumped it in the Cave.

Liberty was rubbing her right elbow and smiling at the Dragon as she folded her wings and said,

" Dragon, did you see the Eclipse last night? It was so glorious and a moment to behold."

The Dragon sat upright and wiped the sleep from his eyes, took a drink of dragon brew and cleared his throat, then said. " Of course I saw the Eclipse, I made the Moon look red!" With a small puff and an expression of indignation. Rather child like in a dragon sort of way. Liberty was right there.

"Silly Dragon, you had nothing to do with the Eclipse or the color of the Moon. These are not the Olden Days." She said, in a firm but gentle voice.

The Dragon put his claws together, looked down and there was a slight twitch of his tail. He was silent for several moments, staring off into Space. Liberty just stood there and touched his head, graced his brow and patted him like he was an old dog. Warm and friendly. The love of eternety returned and there was a spark in his eye as he said.

" Yeah, I know the Olden Days are gone. That is why I slumber so. You look better than ever! Why do you keep rubbing your elbow?" The dragon then took another draw of the dragon brew as Liberty smiled and replied.

" It is nothing, but a slight pain from holding the Torch. More of this later." She said and sat next to the Dragon with a wing and an arm around him.

Head to head they nustled in silence as the worlds and words spun about them. The memory of the Olden Days and the New Worlds and thoughts of their place These Days. Oh, there the memory of Liberty and Dragon danced with the Lords and Ladies, the Faries and Angels people of the forests, rock, stone, river, streams, oceans and all the Saints and Fires that glimmer in the night and imagination. That have ever been and ever shall be......Then Dragon held out his hand and said with a smile. " Sissor, rock, or paper?" Liberty laughed out loud! A laugh that rings in all things, it was so sharp and sweet.

She smiled at the Dragon, rubbing her elbow. Then Said, " Dear Dragon, it is written somewhere that in the Beginning Was the Word. The Word became that which gave us life in the mind of humanity. There we have given Humanity the beauty of the Myth, the Magic and healing quality of words. The poets and the Muse. The Dream of the Other Worlds and the beauty of All."

There they both sat in profound silence and reviewed the sad state of human history. All the terror, wars, greed, disaster, famon, starvation, man's cruelty to man's own kind and the rape and pilliage of the Planet that gave them birth. Sacred sweet life, the ability. The desire, the Dream.

Liberty, sighed and said, " My elbow is sore from holding the Torch," as she held the Dragon and wept.

The Dragon, wiped her tears and said, " Dear Liberty, though they need us not in the times of their own making and folly. They need us forever in the beauty of the Myths, Magic and Glory of it All.
"Yes, there we shall ever be." Liberty spread her wings and soared with a song of Freedom holding high the Torch for All to see the Light.

To me, the beauty of the myth, is as dear as the reality. There we are able to examine our heritage as our heritage is paramount to the future. We need and desire fiction that is more than entertainment. Thus, we were given the Word and the desire to share.
As ever be well, With love, Stephen Craig Rowe

PAINTING STUDIO Poached Salmon And A Peek At My Kitchen

Thu, 19 Jun 2008 03:46:00 GMT

On Monday evening I made poached salmon with Brussels sprouts, sticky rice and dipping sauce. While doing so I was playing with my camera. It was great fun that I hope you enjoy. Smile!

Recipe:

EXTRA DRY GIN MARTINI ON THE ROCKS

Gin, Ice, Olives and a twist of lemon. Not for every one mind you but it fits my taste.

I experience a crisp clear bite in the liquid and the aromatics cause me to think of the

woods. The pines, poetry and home in a clear and lasting light. Whoops, got carried

away again. ( must be the gin!) Grin.

DIPPING SAUCE

Fresh chopped ginger and fresh chopped garlic, crushed red pepper, Kikkomen Soy Sauce and Franks RedHot pepper sauce. You can add anything to this base dip that you choose. Rice wine or balsamic vinegar, sugar, lemon zest, herbs and spices.

POACHED WILD CAUGHT SALMON

Stock: Sliced white onions, lemons, whole black peppercorns, bay leaves and nori. Bring to boil covered in order to retain the flavor. Add salmon uncovered to desired temp.

STICKY RICE

Two handfulls of dry Cal Rose rice. Add enough cold water and bring to boil. Simmer covered about 20 minutes.

PAINTING STUDIO BRUSSELS SPROUTS

Blanch sprouts, chopped onion, red, green and yellow peppers, diced carrot, and celery. When the colors are bright remove from heat. Drain. The texture should be firm but gentle. Fire up some butter and add the veggies saute' away adding poppy seeds, fresh chopped garlic near the end and finish with the squeeze of a lemon wedge. To give it a zip.

Hmm, let me see. Did I forget anything? Oh well. Let me know.

Hope you enjoy this as much as I have.

As ever be well,

With love,

Stephen Craig Rowe

Oh, yes I remember this when I went to the yard and saw the moon.

WILD STRAWBERRY MOON

Wild Strawberries

Ripen in wetlands

Near swamps.

Come to sugar

and Redden

under warm Sun

That follows

The Wild Strawberry Moon.

High above

Moon and Clouds

Dancing layered

Shadows sliced

with light and

Silver

accents shimmering

The sky.....

A panoramic

Symphony for the Eyes

Blessed to behold the

Vison and touch the Dream.

As the Beauty of the Moon

Touches deep within

Waking ancient

memories as She

Slips in silence behind

The Clouds.

As ever be well. Stephen Craig Rowe

PAINTING STUDIO UPSIDE DOWN

Mon, 16 Jun 2008 09:53:12 GMT

Upside down and backwards

Like an old violin

Twanging in

The storms

Drone in the night

Grasping for the

Rail yard wail

Steel sparks

Bark as

The wheel touches earth.

And spins,

A cry

Plaintive

To the

Dawn.

As some go to the dusk, pray,

Lay down the madness

and be of the Light.

As ever be well, With love,

Stephen Craig Rowe

Talking about Painting Studio Fathers Day

Sun, 15 Jun 2008 06:52:08 GMT

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Painting Studio Fathers Day

Father Sky and Mother Earth
All small gardens are in the
Hands of the
Heavenly Father.
All of the hearts of
Men and Women
Young and old
In this world and
Elsewhere are filled with thoughts of the
Father.
Got a call from my sister today. She told me that he was weak and that I had better call to talk to him. May be a matter of days or weeks.
Hung my head around all the memories as in a blank stare,
Yet so very clear. Then made the call.
One of my brothers answered and told me that Dad had just woke up.
Placed the phone to Dad's ear as I told
My Father that I loved him.
I could hear a raspy voice tell me.
" I love you more ".
My brother came back on the phone, made some small talk and let me know that I would be informed.
Dad, I know you will not see this on the screen. I do know that Carrie or Pam will read this to you, God willing. I know I have not always been a good son. Went my own way and found my way. I did this because you were my hero. My Dad and my friend. I had to cut away and go to make my own mark and enrich the world as you have done by your being.
If not for you, I would not be the man I am. Love you more than words can ever tell. And Dad, you know. Happy Father's Day!
As ever be well, Stephen Craig Rowe

Father, Mother, Sisters and Brothers in the North Country my thoughts and prayers are with you.

Talking about PAINTING STUDIO MADE THE NEWS TODAY

Mon, 09 Jun 2008 02:00:07 GMT

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PAINTING STUDIO MADE THE NEWS TODAY

Most Sunday afternoons I walk to the grocery store and it takes about three quarters of an hour to arrive there. If I know that the purchases will be few I strap on the back pack and walk home after concluding my shopping. Today was hot, humid and I knew that the provisions would not fit in my back pack. Sometimes I take my camera but always take my camera/phone. Still feel silly taking pictures with a phone and am not yet proficient with the Cannon Power Shot SD800 IS.  While waiting in the check out lane (yes check out lane, Michiko. Smile), I called a taxi. " Hey buddy, this is Steve. I am at Kroger EP headed home."
                        " Be about 20 minutes today." The dispatcher replied.

                        " Thank you, have a good day." Click.

     Good I thought. Will call Mom while I am waiting for the Taxi.

The check out clerk looked at me and said, " I did not know your name was Steve. Until just now." I thought about telling her that it was really Stephen but some people call me Steve and just said, " Pleased to meet you ".   Then chit chatted a bit about how I was going to prepair the bay scallops as she finished scanning the goods. Bade good day and parked my shopping cart next to a bench and settled down for some people watching before calling my Mother.

     I had the camera/phone in hand when a young man with a camera around his neck approached. He introduced himself and told me that he was a reporter from the Peoria Journal Star. He sat down and told me that his assignment was to interview and photograph ten people for a feature in the paper sometime this week. Being me, I thought this is cool for even bad publicity can be good publicity. He then said that I only had to answer one question.

      The question was: Of all books, which book do you most regret not reading?

       I drew a blank, looked him in the eyes and said, " That is a very good question." My mind was racing rather like a library data base running through authors and titles.   I explained that I read and have read a great deal in my youth and most of my adult life.

       Thinking, thinking, we made some small talk on a bench overlooking the supermaket parking lot. Hot and humid shoppers in tank tops, t shirts, cut offs and flip flops scampered in and out of the store. Thinking, watching, talking and thinking.

       He said that one woman regreted not reading For Whom The Bell Tolls.

"Read everything he wrote." I replied as my Taxi slid up with Darell's silly grin.

        "Ride's here, have to go" and loaded the contents of the cart into the back seat. Just as I was to shut the car door, I stood up and said.

" War And Peace". Looking at the reporter as he left the bench and came to the Taxi.

Yes, I regret not reading War And Peace, I said.  "Tolstoy was a great author".

       The reporter asked my name, and permission to take a photo to be published in the Peoria Journal Star some time this week. I gave him my proper name, Stephen Craig Rowe and the link to the Painting Studio. He took a couple of photographs of me by the Taxi.

       Now I think did I read War And Peace? Am sure I did. At least half, smile!

        What book do you most regret never reading?

As ever be well. Stephen Craig Rowe

PAINTING STUDIO ON THE EDGE a Stephen Craig Rowe poem word painting

Fri, 06 Jun 2008 07:10:10 GMT

On the edge

Fences

fail the fault.

Earth quakes

tide

Lights

dim

quiet

deep.

Universe

in the

Wind

sweet swept

Sky.

Clear but for one

Star.

As the storms

Spring

Form

Heavens

and

the winds

Ring around

All

the leaves applaud,

the

lawns do not bark

back

rolling fence post lanes

ringing

wind

chimes

and

Yes, in all the gin

and

Wine.

did

touch the

Star

For there is none

other

in the

All.

Than Hope

As ever be well, with love, Stephen Craig Rowe

PAINTING STUDIO PREVIOUS POST THE BLACK ROSE AND STARDUST

Wed, 04 Jun 2008 05:34:31 GMT

I don't know if I can do this or not. Maybe I can. In my most recent post was a comment from my dear friend Zeynep. She asked me a simple question. When did I write the Poem The Black Rose.

Dear Zeynep, I wrote the Black Rose sometime on Sunday. Am sure the computer will record the time and place. Let me see. Oh, yes it was June 01, 2008.

As of late I prefer the keypad for my works of words.

Oh, Works of words! A joy as we all read and see.

Some profoundly deaf, some blind.

Some without a drop to drink

Some go hungry and starve to death!

Some lend a hand.

Some give all.

Some give nothing and take nothing.

Some see.

Last spring a friend from California sent me a Black Bacarra Rose.

With love, I placed the flower in my garden.

Yes there is joy with nature and nuturing.

Fine Arts and Roses.

The winter was long and harsh.

Spring draws deep into the roots

and

So I wrote a poem about the Black Rose

The night sky is rolling

On the wings of Spring

Thunder rolls

away in

Flashing

Lightning spark the eyes

In dreams of the All.

Even eye lids closed can see.

As the deaf read words and the blind can see

As the Word is

Poetry that touches the All.

This is not a dream.

For you are as real as I.

As ever be well. With love, Stephen Craig Rowe

Talking about Black Rose

Mon, 02 Jun 2008 01:06:57 GMT

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Black Rose

THE BLACK ROSE

A

Poem

by

Stephen Craig Rowe

Early in

Spring signs

show only

Seven of the

Nine

Roses.

Storms sweep

the land

Greening

and

Leafing the trees.

March, April, and May

dispose Winter's cold

boney fingers

Stunning sun sets

and

Dawns.

June

Sun

Wrap trees in

Green.

Bird song shadows

Flutter at the window

Calling

Next to the root bulb

a tiny sprout

then

shine on tiny leaf.

Eight of the Nine Roses,

The Black Rose

The Black Rose

The Black Rose

Is

Alive

in

the

Garden

As is

The Dream.

As ever be well, With love, Stephen Craig Rowe

Painting Studio Dream Good Night And God Bless You

Wed, 28 May 2008 08:47:01 GMT

Without words

Thoughts

became prayers without words and

Become

Thoughts without words

Backspace

Keypad

Poet

Rant after midnight real.

Deaf to silence.

Alive in the word

And

Worlds.

Universe, The All!

Key pad poetry

quiet in the night. Dull as thunder

rolling on the roof,

quaking the earth.

Then spark in the light.

Then Spark In The Light.

Then flash as bright as has never been seen.

For you are the light of the world!

Painting Studio Dream

Good Night and God bless you all

As ever be well,

Stephen Craig Rowe

and now we go from Pink Floyd to Floyd the barber. Smile!

I’m So Lonesome I Could Cry

Words and music by Hank Williams

Hear that lonesome whippoorwill
He sounds too blue to fly
The midnight train is whining low
I'm so lonesome I could cry

I've never seen a night so long
When time goes crawling by
The moon just went behind a cloud
To hide its face and cry

Did you ever see a robin weep
When leaves begin to die?
Like me he's lost the will to live
I'm so lonesome I could cry

The silence of a falling star
Lights up a purple sky
And as I wonder where you are
I'm so lonesome I could cry

Thank you Barbara, (http://capacina.spaces.live.com/) Hank Williams was a song writer and poet that has inspired many.

Thank every one in here for inspiring me.

As ever be well. Stephen Craig Rowe

Talking about PAINTING STUDIO WALKING THE STONES AGAIN A MEMORIAL DAY TRIBUTE

Fri, 23 May 2008 08:24:40 GMT

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PAINTING STUDIO WALKING THE STONES AGAIN A MEMORIAL DAY TRIBUTE

Speed writing. Poetry is spoken near light.

Walking the Stones.

Line after line. White and green.

Pen frozen on paper as clear as these words.

As dear as these words.

As quiet as a toumb. Thousands of white stones.

Standing in silence. In respect, thousands upon thousands, upon thousands of

White Stones. And she placed a flower there, eyes dry and clear.

As the stark well kept lawns.

Were silent. In respect and reverence.

Memorials, Walking the Stones in silence and grace,

Remember this when you see.

Remember those in honor and prayers.

Go walking the Stone and touch the past that is your future.

This is not a parade or burger fest on the grill.

Those lives are too precious.

Too near and dear. Salute and honor! Pray and stay well for the betterment. HAVE A GOOD AND SAFE MEMORIAL DAY WEEKEND. And as ever be well. Stephen Craig Rowe

Wish you were here!

Shine On You Crazy Diamond

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Artist: Pink Floyd

Lyrics:

SHINE ON YOU CRAZY DIAMOND

Remember when you were young
You shone like the sun.
Shine on you crazy diamond.
Now there's a look in your eyes
Like black holes in the sky.
Shine on you crazy diamond.
You were caught on the crossfire
Of childhood and stardom
Blown on the steel breeze.
Come on you target for faraway laughter
Come on you stranger you legend you martyr and shine!

You reached for the secret too soon,
You cried for the moon.
Shine on you crazy diamond.
Threatened by shadows at night,
And exposed in the light.
Shine on you crazy diamond.
Well you wore out your welcome
With random percision,
Rode on the steel breeze.
Come on you raver, you seer of visions,
Come on you painter, you piper, you prisoner, and shine!

My eyes were dry when I walked the stones and my vision clear.

Now the rain falls as does my tears.

Pray this madness ends. And as ever be well.

Stephen Craig Rowe

Talking about PAINTING STUDIO CHINA NEWS A MEMORIAL TRIBUTE

Mon, 19 May 2008 06:56:53 GMT

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PAINTING STUDIO CHINA NEWS A MEMORIAL TRIBUTE

President Hu Jintao, The cast and crew of the Painting Studio and Flying Monkeys http://flyingmonkeyshome.spaces.live.com   Extend our deepest condolences to you, your people and all of our friends in China. Space is only as deep as one makes it and knowing some of your people has made me a better person. As the full moon rises on a land of mourning let there be light as we walk on the earth. As ever be well. Stephen Craig Rowe



     http://english.sina.com/index.html

演职员胡锦涛主席、绘画演播室和飞行的胡 http://flyingmonkeyshome.spaces.live.com       致以我们最深刻的吊唁对您，您的人民和所有我们的朋友在中国。空间是只一样深的，象一个做它，并且知道你的一些人民做了我一个更好的人。因为满月在土地上升哀悼让有轻的，因为我们在地球上走。很好是。斯蒂芬・克雷格Rowe



http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/24690053



PINK FLOYD LYRICS

"On The Turning Away"

On the turning away
From the pale and downtrodden
And the words they say
Which we won't understand
"Don't accept that what's happening
Is just a case of others' suffering
Or you'll find that you're joining in
The turning away"
It's a sin that somehow
Light is changing to shadow
And casting it's shroud
Over all we have known
Unaware how the ranks have grown
Driven on by a heart of stone
We could find that we're all alone
In the dream of the proud
On the wings of the night
As the daytime is stirring
Where the speechless unite
In a silent accord
Using words you will find are strange
And mesmerised as they light the flame
Feel the new wind of change
On the wings of the night
No more turning away
From the weak and the weary
No more turning away
From the coldness inside
Just a world that we all must share
It's not enough just to stand and stare
Is it only a dream that there'll be
No more turning away? Pink Floyd Lyrics

Pink Floyd Lyrics in Chinese. Maybe!

桃红色FLOYD抒情诗 " 在转动的Away" 在转动从苍白和受压迫并且他们说的词哪些我们won' t了解 " Don' t接受what' s发生是others'事例; 痛苦或者you' ll发现you' 再加入转动的away" It' s罪孽莫名其妙地光变成阴影并且铸件it' s寿衣在所有我们知道未察觉等级怎么增长驾驶由石头般的心我们可能发现we' 关于所有单独在梦想骄傲在夜的翼上因为白天是活泼的那里无语团结在一份沈默协议使用您将发现的词是奇怪的并且给催眠，他们点燃火焰感觉变动新的风在夜的翼上转动从微弱和疲倦转动从里面寒冷我们全部必须分享的世界 It' s不是足够站立的和凝视是它there'仅的梦想; ll是转动？

I pray there will be no more turning away and that you are here for the betterment.

As ever be Well. With love, Stephen Craig Rowe

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PAINTING STUDIO OFF LINE A Stephen Craig Rowe Poem

Wed, 14 May 2008 04:35:44 GMT

Introduction: Thank you Sassene for the Mother's Day Post and for letting folks know that I am ok. More than words can tell. http://mypersonalstory.spaces.live.com/

PAINTING STUDIO OFF LINE

A Stephen Craig Rowe Poem

For nearly a week

This computer was deaf and dumb.

Profound silence without

A link to the World, web,

Home, and friends.

I could watch the televison.....

but could not talk to you.

I tried to call friends in China on my phone

but could not connect.

I went to work, came home

Tried to get on line.

Nothing. All the quick fixes.....

Nothing.

Calls to Comcast

Nothing

Calls to Microsoft

Nothing

Calls to MSN

Nothing.

No help here Sir! Let me connect you to blah, blah, blah.

Of course, I was big time WTF!

Found a friend http://www.webtechservices.com

That got me back on line again.

Whew! It has been a long week.

Am glad to be home and back in the

Saddle again. As ever be well,

Stephen Craig Rowe

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Mother's Day

Sun, 11 May 2008 17:15:30 GMT

Mother's Day

Old Mother's and New

Are honored

For once a Mother

Forever a Mother

In our blood, bones,

Heart, thoughts and

Spirit.

Though some are gone

and others far away

They are thought of

and prayed for.

As they are

Forever Loved.

As ever be well. With love, Stephen Craig Rowe

Note: The post was reposted from last year at Stephen's request. He wanted me to let you all know that he is fine, and that he was having computer/internet troubles since last Thursday. He is going to be extremely busy today at his work for Mother's Day. He asked me to stop by here and to wish you all a very happy Mother's Day on his behalf. He misses you all, and loves you all. Stephen said that he is going crazy without typing a post, or leaving a comment. Hopefully he will get his computer problem resolved soon!

Thank you,

Sassene

Talking about PAINTING STUDIO In The Light Of Day, Spring Poem by Stephen Craig Rowe

Mon, 05 May 2008 02:46:40 GMT

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PAINTING STUDIO In The Light Of Day, Spring Poem by Stephen Craig Rowe

In the

Light

of day

Took time to

Talk to the

Roses.

Fingers in

damp cool earth

Nuturing

Tiny shoots

and marvel

colors of small

Leaves.

Some green,

Some purple

All pulsing and

pushing toward

the Sky.

Sun shown shadow

shoulder sweep

a

glance at three

High Hawks

Soaring

turning a wing.

Lawn mowers drone

in the scent of

Fresh cut lawns

Open windows lend

Air and light

Within and without.

Trees are green

( i talk to them too, in a manner of speaking.)

Walking joggers past me by

and smiled.

As I prayed and

Walked

in the

Light of Day.

One hand in the Earth

and

One hand in the

Stars!

Ever care for the Roses and the people.

Each and every Light is unique and

has ever been and ever shall be of you.

For you are the Light of the World.

As ever be well, With love, Stephen Craig Rowe

HOW I WISH YOU WERE HERE

Pink Floyd lyrics:

So, so you think you can tell
Heaven from Hell,
Blue skys from pain.
Can you tell a green field
From a cold steel rail?
A smile from a veil?
Do you think you can tell?

And did they get you to trade
Your heros for ghosts?
Hot ashes for trees?
Hot air for a cool breeze?
Cold comfort for change?
And did you exchange
A walk on part in the war
For a lead role in a cage?

How I wish, how I wish you were here.
We're just two lost souls
Swimming in a fish bowl,
Year after year,
Running over the same old ground.
What have we found?
The same old fears. Pink Floyd

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PAINTING STUDIO On The Road And In The Light Again!

Thu, 01 May 2008 02:03:57 GMT

UPDATE: This morning Wednesday April 30th, 2,008 I met with the surgeon and reviewed the pathology report of several biopsies. NO CANCER! As I sat at the desk a bit of me floated back into me that had been away in not knowing. Prayers kept me awake most of night rather than fear and wonder. Then I saw the sunrise, birdsong and sweet tiny leaves in the trees. In the near future I will have a part of my colon removed as a precautionary measure because of high grade dysplasia that may become carcinomia. A date is not set for the operation because it will require a week of hospitilization and 4 or 5 weeks of recovery. Time off work, Family and after care are a factor. God it is good to be on the road again and in the Light!

Artist: Willie Nelson, Song: On The Road Again

On the road again
Just can't wait to get on the road again
The life I love is makin' music with my friends
And I can't wait to get on the road again
On the road again
Goin' places that I've never been
Seein' things that I may never see again,
And I can't wait to get on the road again.

On the road again
Like a band of gypsies we go down the highway
We're the best of friends
Insisting that the world be turnin' our way
And our way
Is on the road again
Just can't wait to get on the road again
The life I love is makin' music with my friends
And I can't wait to get on the road again

On the road again
Like a band of gypsies we go down the highway
We're the best of friends
Insisting that the world be turnin' our way
And our way
Is on the road again

Just can't wait to get on the road again
The life I love is makin' music with my friends
And I can't wait to get on the road again
And I can't wait to get on the road again

Thank you, God bless you,

As ever be well. With love, Stephen Craig Rowe

And this just because it is great old song.

LOUVIN BROTHERS LYRICS IN THE PINES

In the pines, in the pines, where the sun never shines
And you shiver when the cold wind blows
little girl, little girl, what have i done
thats made you treat me so

You've caused me to weep, you've caused me to mourn
You've caused me to leave my home
In the pines, in the pines, where the sun never shines
And you shiver when the cold wind blows

The longest train I ever saw
Went down that Georgia Line
The engine passed at six o'clock
and The cab went by at nine

In the pines, in the pines, where the sun never shines
And you shiver when the cold wind blows

The longest train I ever saw
was 19 holters long
the only girl i ever loved
is on that train and gone

In the pines, in the pines, where the sun never shines
And you shiver when the cold wind blows